Hair Cut
I sit in the chair
awaiting my fate
the lady comes forth
those scissors I hate
she chops off my hair
my curtain for hiding
should I end this now?
this i am deciding
it's too late to change
my shoulders are bare
but as I sit there
I think I believe
that I love my hair
poem by Liberty Olivas
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